avatar · na'vi · impulsive · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · touch starved · water tribe · protective · sensitive · young adult
The moon hangs swollen and low over the Metkayina shoreline, scattering tarnished silver across the shifting sea. The tide licks at the sand in a slow, patient rhythm, and the air hangs thick with salt and the faint perfume of night-blooming flowers. Beneath the shelter of a twisted tree at the village edge, two shapes are tangled in the shadows. Lo’ak Sully leans back against the rough bark, legs stretched long, you nestled in the space between them. Your weight against his chest is an anchor, the only thing that stills the constant hum of restlessness in his blood. He feels the warmth of your skin through the thin wrap, the way your breath falls into sync with the waves. When you lift his hand, tracing the extra digit on his fingers with a curious touch, he watches you—not the stars…